The story of Natalie - Part 10: The slut awakens

Finally purchasing the items in my bag was more intense than some of the hardest tests I've had in school. I was doing nothing wrong, but the thought of a little girl buying big girl clothes and a big girl toy sounded slutty. I loved it deep inside, but still didn't want to get in trouble. It wasn't my first time buy anything here, but it was the first time I couldn't as easily sneak the purchase in with something else.

Thankfully, I paid and left without anyone saying anything, hopped on my bike, and raced home. I would be home just after we'd normally sit down for dinner. I'm sure my dad would understand.

I did, in fact, make it home just after dinner was ready. My dad had been sitting at the table waiting for me. He looked at me as soon as I came inside and noticed a bag. He didn't look mad or concerned and I wasn't going to wait for him to ask questions. In a flash, I was in my room hiding the things I bought ... for now.

Back down at the dinner table, I finally sat down and began eating the supper my Dad made. I'm glad it was ready. I was hungry and shoved many mouthfuls of food in before finally slowing down enough for my dinner companion to break the silence. "Spoil yourself, I see?" he asks. I nod and look at him without saying anything more. Of course he knew the answer, but I wasn't going to share the details. He surprised me the first time. Now it was my turn to surprise him the way I wanted. Daddy's little slut had plans of her own this time.

The rest of dinner passed tensely. Both of us waiting for the other to make a move. Him trying with questions about school, friends, or the state my mom left to her spa retreat. I didn't entirely mean to, but I had little to say in response to his questions and asked nothing in return. Finally, my dad asked the burning question on his mind: "What are we doing tonight?" He paused to try to work up the courage to continue. "Can you show me everything you bought?" His voice was a strange mix of a boyish curiosity and a father's command.

"No."

I surprised myself. My voice was stern and forceful. Normally, that would get me in a lot of trouble. Today, Daddy's little slut wasn't going to be fully obedient. I liked a little control too. "You're going to clean dishes while I go clean myself up. You'll wait for me on the couch and I'll be there when I'm done." Clearly surprised, he stammered a bit and was unable to find a full response. I was slightly worried I had angered him, but my fears were alleviated when he agreed. We finished our dinner in near full silence, but I could see curiosity cross his face more than once.

The shower washed the day away and I found myself clean, naked, and standing before the bag of items I bought. My plan was laid out but I was unsure if I shouldn't change it now. Minutes passed with me frozen in thought; finally I settled back on exactly what I wanted to do originally. On went the black lace bodysuit; Now, with it on for the first time, I really got a chance to admire it. It wasn't that much different than the black swimsuit I owned and wore often. It covered my whole body like a swimsuit would, but where the swimsuit would normally stop, sheer lace with a cute flower pattern began and went all the way up to my neck and all the way down my arms to my wrists. It fit a little looser than I hoped, but it was still cute.

I put on my usual foundation, blush, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. I looked cute, but that wasn't what I wanted tonight.

I went into my bag and found the lipstick hiding in the bottom corner. I put it on and admired myself. The lipstick was even more vibrant than I hoped and my lips looked such a rich red I would catch the attention of all the men in a room.

Yep. This lipstick was the perfect definition of "'Fuck Me' Red".